What Happened with My Neighbor After the Party

I went with my brother to a reunion of former classmates without needing to be asked twice. He thought I was going out of boredom, but the truth was simpler and more embarrassing: someone had told me Mariana would be there, and I’d spent weeks making excuses to see her again.

We’d been neighbors forever. Our doors were opposite each other, and even so we almost never crossed paths. A hello in the hallway, a comment about the broken elevator, nothing more. Each of us with our schedules, our studies, our lives. But there was something between us that had never been said out loud, and I wanted to say it.

The gathering was at the home of some mutual friends, a huge building of gray stone in the upper part of the city. They’d hung strings of colored lights in the garden, and that dim glow made everything feel more intimate, as if the night were on our side. You could get lost among the crowd without anyone noticing.

We spent a while chatting with friends, fixing the world with that certainty you only have at that age, when you think you know everything and can do anything. I laughed at the others’ jokes, but I kept glancing toward the entrance every few minutes.

Mariana arrived half an hour later, accompanied by two friends. I went up to her as soon as I saw her. I kissed her on the cheek and led her, along with her friends, over to where my brother was. One of his friends offered to bring the girls’ drinks, and I took the chance to invite her to dance. We separated from the group almost immediately. I was staking my claim, I admit it: one of the guys was circling her too much.

From that moment on I didn’t leave her alone for a second. We danced, we rested, we danced again. When they put on upbeat music, the mood caught fire. We sang, we clapped, we laughed at nothing. The party was at its peak.

We ended up sweating and sat down to cool off with a couple of soft drinks—neither of us drank alcohol back then. Then we went for a walk through the gardens. The pool was covered with a tarp. She crossed her arms against the cold and I put my sweater over her shoulders, holding her while we kept walking.

***

We talked with a kind of intimacy we had never had before. We remembered that reunion months earlier, when we finally admitted the attraction we’d been carrying since we were teenagers, and how that day had ended. She blushed as she remembered.

We sat on a garden swing, one of those built for two.

—Do you regret it? —I asked her.

—No. But I don’t know… I’m embarrassed to talk about it like this, out loud.

—Why? Didn’t you like it? —I took her hand with one of mine and rested the other on her leg, stroking it slowly—. It turns me on to remember it.

She looked at me fixedly, saying nothing else. We joined our lips in a warm kiss that quickly became something else. I kissed her hungrily, searched for her breasts under her blouse, and she responded by parting her lips, finding my tongue with hers. I lifted her skirt, found her stockings, her fingers tensed at the back of my neck.

I ran my hand over her crotch. She was sighing, and her moans were getting trapped in my mouth. I lowered the zipper of my pants. Her hand closed over me through the fabric, and then she stopped me.

—No, wait… someone could see us —she said, breathless.

No one was nearby, but the risk was real. I took her by the hand, helped her stand, and we walked to the far end of the garden, where some rosebushes and shrubs hid us completely. There we lay down on the grass.

I spread my sweater out on the lawn and she sat on top of it. I lifted her blouse, unclasped her bra, and started kissing her breasts while my hands traced her sides down to her hips. I pulled down her stockings and underwear to her knees, knelt in front of her, and finished stripping her from the waist down.

I kissed her slowly, with my tongue, until she stopped holding back. When she started to wriggle, close to orgasm, I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and entered her in one motion. She let out a cry that was surprise and pleasure at once, and I silenced it with a kiss.

—So thick… you fill me up —she said against my mouth.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, lifted her hips, and came violently as she moved against me, panting softly so no one would hear her. I kept going, harder and harder, until I felt I was about to finish.

—Almost… —I managed to say.

She pushed me gently so I’d pull out, leaned down, and took me in her mouth. She moved up and down with a skill that unraveled me. I put my hands on her head, keeping the rhythm, and came like that, while she swallowed without spilling a drop and cleaned me with her tongue. A drop escaped at the corner of her mouth; she caught it with her finger and sucked it off while looking at me with a half-smile.

She got on all fours to gather her clothes. I caressed her buttocks and, without thinking, parted her thighs and ran my tongue between them. She jumped.

—What are you doing? —she said, scandalized and amused at the same time.

—You have a gorgeous body. I’d love to taste you there.

—Are you crazy? You can’t… that’s not normal —she frowned, but she was laughing.

We got dressed. I brushed blades of grass from her hair, picked up my stained sweater—luckily it was dark and only looked damp—and we went back to the house.

***

One of her friends greeted us with a mischievous smile.

—Where were you, lovebirds?

—In the garden —Mariana answered, as the other friend handed her a glass.

She took a long sip and coughed.

—What is this?

—A cuba —said the friend.

—But I don’t drink… —she tried to hand the glass back.

—Don’t be silly, you’ll get used to it. It’s like the first cigarette.

The friend refused the glass amid laughter, and Mariana had no choice but to take another sip: her mouth was dry.

The party went on. When the slow ballads started, I took her by the waist. I placed my hand beside hers on my chest and we danced pressed together, her breasts against me, my hands on her hips. I spoke into her ear.

—You smell incredible —I told her, and kissed her earlobe—. Your skin drives me crazy.

I pressed my lips to her neck and felt her shiver and press herself against me. My body reacted instantly. She noticed, looked at me, and I just smiled. She rested her head on my shoulder and let herself be carried away, eyes closed, enjoying the closeness as much as I was.

The alcohol, which she wasn’t used to, was starting to loosen her up. She kissed me with complete surrender and murmured something I didn’t understand. The second song started, the contact between us intensified, and when it ended I took her by the hand. I picked up my sweater as an excuse and suggested taking it to the car.

***

I opened the car door for her. She looked at me.

—Let’s stay here a while, until it passes —I told her—. You know how your friend is.

She nodded and got in. I sat behind the wheel and put on a cassette of soft music. She reclined against the seat, half-closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. I moved closer, put my arm around her shoulders, and kissed her earlobe, because I already knew that turned her on. My hand moved down from her chest to her legs, slipping under her skirt. She placed hers very near my crotch, and when I shifted toward her I made her feel that I was already hard.

—You’re very hard —she said, almost out of breath, stroking me over my pants.

—You do that to me. You’re gorgeous, I want you so much.

I unclasped her bra, lifted her blouse, and kissed her breast while my hand reached her crotch. I stroked her over her underwear, and she panted and squeezed me.

She unbuttoned my pants, freed me, and began to stroke me. Then she leaned down and took me in her mouth. I lifted her skirt so I could get at her buttocks, and she settled herself so I could touch her better.

—We’d better go —she said suddenly, with a thread of resistance.

—Let’s move to the back, we’ll be more comfortable.

I kissed her again, caressed her breasts until that brief resistance gave way, and got her to hop into the back seat. She looked to both sides; I assured her there was no one and to relax.

We settled in again. I pulled down her stockings and underwear to her knees, and she leaned over me. She ran her tongue along me, kissed me, tasted me, took me all the way in. Her head moved up and down without stopping. I finished pulling down her stockings and slid my fingers into her, slowly, feeling how soaked she was and how close to the edge.

When I started touching the other opening, she moved her buttocks as if trying to evade me, but I kept my fingers inside her sex, and soon she moaned with a kind of muffled squeal and sank into my mouth while I rubbed her clit with my thumb. She came like that, with me inside her mouth.

—What does it feel like? Don’t you like it? —I asked, taking my fingers back there again.

—Yes… but it’s strange.

—Just enjoy it —I said, guiding her back toward me.

She took me in her mouth again while I stroked her sphincter, slowly stretching it. More relaxed, she accepted it amid murmurs of pleasure. I took advantage of the moment, slid back to the driver’s seat, and started the car.

—What are you doing? Where are we going? —she asked.

—Somewhere we can be alone. Do you want that? —I stroked her leg, lifted her face, and kissed her.

She smiled shyly, her eyes shining, and lowered her head without saying anything. I headed for the first hotel I found on the way.

***

While I drove, she kept going. She pulled my pants down to mid-thigh and took me in her mouth again. At a traffic light I pulled her stockings all the way down, and she lifted her hips to help me. I moistened my fingers and started stroking her from behind. She moaned and moved her hips slowly, offering herself, completely accepting it.

We were a couple of blocks from the hotel when I tried to pull her away with my hand on her forehead.

—Wait, you’re going to make me finish.

Instead of stopping, she went at it harder. I braked as we entered the hotel, put my hand on her head, and finished directly in her throat, without warning her. She tried to pull back, but I didn’t let her, and she had to swallow everything. When the first surge passed, she kept going until she left me clean.

I went down to reception while she straightened her clothes. I came back for her, kissed her, squeezed one buttock as I wrapped an arm around her waist, and we went up to the room.

When the door closed, we melted into a long kiss. Our hands searched for each other and we tore off each other’s clothes. When she was left in her underwear, I pulled back a little to look at her. She, shy, tried to cover her breasts and sex with her hands. I moved one away, unclasped her bra, and kissed her slowly, one by one, until she threw her head back, moaning softly.

I gently pushed her toward the bed. She sat down, I lifted her legs, and finished undressing her. I kissed her legs from the ankles upward, unhurried. She was sighing, almost moaning. I knelt down and tasted her completely, tongue and fingers, until she had another orgasm, running her hands through her hair, squeezing her breasts.

I moved up kissing her belly, stopped at her navel, and made her laugh and shiver at the same time. She stretched her arms out, trying to pull me toward her. I freed myself from my boxer briefs, kissed her on the lips, and entered her slowly, sinking all the way in.

She hugged me hard, almost biting my lips. I started moving inside her, slowly at first, coming almost all the way out before pushing back in completely. Then I sped up, driving into her harder. She wrapped her legs around me and matched her rhythm to mine.

We turned onto our sides without separating. I stayed inside her, caressing her buttocks, and our ragged breathing mixed with her moans. When I sped up again, she tightened her legs around me and cried out with a scandalous orgasm, digging her nails into my back.

I slowed down to let her enjoy it. When she loosened, I pushed again with more vigor. She brought her lips to my ear.

—Don’t come inside… please —she said, her voice breaking.

I sped up, and when I felt I was about to cum I pulled out of her. The first spurt landed on her breasts, the second on her belly. She half-sat up, took me, and took it into her mouth, sucking until I finished.

—You do it incredibly well —I told her, stroking her head.

She smiled and caressed me slowly.

—You’re the first one I’ve done that to —she murmured.

I didn’t answer. I lay down beside her. She went to the bathroom to clean herself and came back to bed. She kissed me, played with her hand over my body, and between one caress and the next I hardened again.

—Look how hard he got again —she said, laughing, squeezing me.

***

She climbed on top of me and adjusted herself until she was seated. I caressed her breasts while she moved, up and down, first slowly and then with more urgency, her hands in her own hair, letting me watch her. I sucked one nipple and squeezed her buttocks to set the rhythm.

We changed positions. She rode me with her back to me, giving me the best view, and kept moving until she came again, left leaning between my legs. I got behind her, lifted her a little, and entered her again. I pounded her hard until she shivered once more, and at that moment I again stroked the other opening with a well-lubricated finger.

—Aaah… —she moaned, putting a hand on my arm.

I kept going, stretching her carefully, and she only sighed. I pulled out of her sex, rested the tip against her back entrance, and pressed slowly.

—Slowly… be careful —she asked, biting her lip.

I caressed her back and advanced little by little, with pauses, giving her time to get used to it. That way I went in a little more with each push, until I reached the bottom. I stayed still for a few seconds.

—It’s okay now —I told her in her ear—. Does it hurt?

—Very little… keep going, slowly.

I started moving with more continuity, and soon she was the one pushing backward, seeking me out. I took her by the waist and entered her more and more easily, while with my other hand I stroked her clit. I coordinated her movements with mine, until I finished inside, wrapped around her back.

I stayed like that for a moment, kissing her shoulder and neck.

—Are you okay?

She nodded, still clinging to me. I came out slowly, hugged her from behind, and we stayed like that, spooning, catching our breath. Then we went to shower, laughing as if nothing outside existed, as if that night were going to last forever.